Scrolling too fast
Through all the awkward scribbles
I try to read them
For me at night it’s better
My eyes were closing
For the day
I make myself car sick
Without the car
Just awkward motion
Word scribble sickness
Does that exist?
It does now

I can tell you’re sick of it
I am too
I couldn’t describe how much
Even if I wanted to
I haven’t any energy
Left anymore
I’m starting to wonder
What the struggle is for
Why do I persist
In trying to get things done
I should go and hide
From everyone
Then I wouldn’t
Need the help from you
With tasks and doors
As I struggle through
I can see my pain
Reflected in your face
I know you think
It’s out of place
That it should be gone
Long ago
Oh if only
That were so

Blue
Have you seen the Corona Dressed in Black?
No,the sun's corona dressed in blue

Vir­us
Arent they the darkest coronas we‘ve ever been?
Language is a virus ,
We are already affected, sick.

Heart
Let our heart's converse to corona,
Could you feel the sentimental kick?

Shadow

When shadow gathers round.
Is staring at the ground.

Mask

Corona Dre­ssed in Black
The new year’s virus wrapped in blue masks

Relief
What are the probabilities?
To find the rare relief of peace

Tears
As the stars come to the fore
Tears shut behind the door

Bids
Who will wiping sleep from sunken eyes,
If she bids farewell to honest skies
Please- comes to sight once mor­e.